Back to work tomorrow

The panic attacks and anxiety have been real. I could not sleep at all this week, tossing, turning, stressing, every morning my hair was in giant knots from the whole ordeal.

I want to keep having babies so I never have to work a full year.


I cried when leading Presley and Noah in their night prayer asking for me to have a good day and hoping that I don't miss them to much and they don't miss me too much. I couldn't help it, those sweeties were starring at me with the biggest concerns on their face.

Its going to be rough.

Wish me luck.